Remember Me, Cowboy. C.J. Carmichael

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      Across the street Laurel could see the post office and library. Though she’d only been in Coffee Creek for two months, Laurel knew the middle-aged people who worked inside each of those buildings. They were regulars at the café, too.

      Tabitha, the librarian, always came to the Cinnamon Stick for her morning tea and muffin. Burt, from the post office, stopped in for his lunch. In fact, he’d be crossing the street for his sandwich and black coffee in about twenty minutes.

      She turned to the man beside her. He’d opened his eyes and was now looking at her. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said. “I just wanted to say how sorry I am about your brother.”

      There were many other things she’d wanted to say to Corb Lambert. But this was the most important.

      “Thank you. And I’m sorry I don’t seem to recall meeting you before. You’re sure we did?”

      “Oh, yeah.”

      He put a hand to his head, to the spot where his scar was barely visible under the stubble of his newly grown hair. “It doesn’t seem real to me. The accident. Brock’s death.”

      “Winnie’s still in shock, too, I think.”

      “She and my brother were good together.”

      “Winnie was crazy about Brock.”

      “A lot of people were. Brock was a lot of fun, but a hard worker, too. My mother saw to that.”

      “She sounds like quite the woman, your mother.”

      He chuckled. “She comes across as delicate and soft-spoken. But once you get to know her you realize she has a way of controlling things from behind the scenes. Us kids used to knock ourselves out to please her. Some of us still do.”

      “I guess she had her hands full running a place like Coffee Creek Ranch. Must be a lot of work for her. For all of you.”

      “It is, but we love it. At least those of us who stayed on the ranch love it. My brother B.J. is more interested in the rodeo circuit. And Cassidy seems to be feeling the lure of the city. Mom is hoping she’ll move back home when she finishes school, but Cassidy is equally determined to go her own way. I figure the two of them are too headstrong to live in the same county let alone the same house.”

      He put his hat back on and took the last sip of his coffee. Laurel thought he was about to leave, but then he started talking again.

      “How about you, Laurel? How are you doing? I bet you never counted on spending this much time in Coffee Creek when you left the city.”

      “I sure didn’t pack enough clothes for two months,” she agreed with a smile. “Fortunately a friend of mine from work, Anna, sent me a package by bus.”

      “Are you missing the city? Coffee Creek is about as small as towns come, I guess.”

      “I grew up in a rural community, so it hasn’t been hard to adapt.”

      “You did? Where?”

      “The Highwood area. Our farm was five miles from Winnie’s.”

      “Well, that explains how you know one another.”

      “We’ve been friends since our first day at school. Winnie helped me through some hard times back then. My mother died when I was eight. Then my father passed away the night of our high school graduation. Both times Winnie and her family were there for me.”

      “And now you’re returning the favor.”

      “I wish it wasn’t necessary. But yes. As long as Winnie needs me, I’ll stay.”

      “I have to wonder. What drew you all the way to New York City in the first place?”

      This was so surreal—she and Corb had had almost this exact same conversation during the drive from the Billings Airport to the ranch the first time they’d met. They’d had many follow-up discussions during the days that followed, to the point that she’d shared the most private details of her past.

      And now here they were—back at square one.

      “I was never all that happy living on a farm.” Her relationship with her father probably played a big role in that. She and Corb had had a long conversation about this, too, but now she glossed over that part of her past. “Teachers told me I had a talent with words, so I studied English and after I graduated, I moved to New York and applied for every job even remotely related to publishing. Eventually I was hired by On the Street Magazine as a lowly online sales rep—but I was sure it would be just a matter of time before I was promoted.”

      “And were you?”

      She smiled. “I was finally offered an editorial assistant job just a month before the wedding.”

      “I hope they’re holding the job for you?”

      Laurel hesitated. “They are. But to be honest, I’m getting some pressure to come back soon or give my notice.”

      Across the street, the door to the post office opened. Burt waved, then started in their direction. And then a rusted pickup truck rumbled in from the west, pulling up next to Corb’s black Jeep Cherokee.

      Laurel stood, and as she did so, felt the now-familiar queasiness in the pit of her stomach. “I’d better get back to work. Looks like the lunch rush is about to begin.”

      “See you, Laurel. It was nice talking with you.”

      They made direct eye contact then, and Laurel felt the zap of instant attraction that had first pulled her to him when they’d met at the airport.

      But this time she felt a second zap, too.

      The tiredness. The nausea.

      It might not be a bug or the unaccustomed work at the café.

      She could be...

      No. She didn’t dare even think the word. Because being that was the last thing she needed right now.

      And she was pretty sure it would be the last thing Corb needed, too.

      Chapter Two

      At five o’clock, Laurel put out the Closed sign, then wiped down the kitchen counters.

      The Cinnamon Stick was a small establishment, intended to serve primarily take-out coffee and baked goods, though Winnie always had homemade soup and sandwiches on the menu, as well. For those who opted to stay—and there seemed to be plenty of people who wanted to do this—there were four stools at the counter and two big booths on the window wall.

      Laurel loved the colors Winnie had chosen for the bakery—delicious hues that made her think of pumpkin pie, caramels and mocha lattes. Unfortunately the idea of eating any of those foods was totally unappealing right now.

      All afternoon the suspicion that she might be pregnant had grown into a near certainty. After all, СКАЧАТЬ